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Cresil laughed at that and played around as well, clearly joking as he replied. “You shall stay here forever, and I’ll use you as my sex slave.” he joked as he ran his finger along Aoki’s neck.
The smile never left his face as Cresil looked at Aoki and nearly laughed again. “I know, that’s why I’m smiling.” he pointed out.
Aoki’s eyes on him only made Cresil a bit more pleased, although he had a moment of silence at that last question. “Oh yeah.” Clearing his throat, he looked back and shrugged. “No, but I’ll look for it now. But first, I can’t just leave you here….what room do you wanna go to?” Cresil wondered., feeling almost like a taxi in his own home. The thought made him smirk once more.
Crouching down, and carefully picking the soaked demon up, Cresil leaned against the wall for a minute, just simply holding Aoki in the bathroom until he answered where he’d like to go. Cresil couldn’t help but to look into those golden eyes and ponder his answer.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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